You’d saved the grove, and the refugees within it. The refugees had left to continue their journey to Baldur’s Gate, though a single tiefling happened to stay behind. During the night, he approaches you in your camp.

The pale green-yellow colored tiefling nods at you with a shy smile.

“My name is Ilima. By saving the grove, you saved my kin. They’ve all kept moving towards the city, but I don’t feel right going with them. Not after what I’ve seen here.”

Ilima pauses, his green eyes flicking nervously, before he continues.

“Please let me join your camp. I want to travel with you.”